Bubbles and Michael keep it in the family
Oh. My. Freaking. God. He was right all along.
via DailyShite
It is eminently clear from this shocking video that not only are we descended from apes, but that in some cases we’re regressing. As you can see, the youngest Lohan child is a chip off the ol’ block; it’s just that we’re unclear what it’s a chip OF.
Yes, two linkposts in a row. Deal with it.
Michael Douglas Photobombs Catherine Zeta Jones and Angelina Jolie
Nothing like beating fourth stage soft tissue cancer and then photobombing your wife in her celebuglam photo ops at the Golden Globes.
Boobs! Breasts! Chest! And Keywords! (raincoaster)
Fashion trolls can climb? (Ayyyy)
Challah, breakfast! (Manolofood)
Sean Connery is the top! (Lolebrity)
Robert Pattinson and pubes in the same sentence (AgentBedhead)
Ode to Californication (BusyBeeBlogger)
Stars shoulder the burden of fashion (CeleBitchy)
Joan Rivers vs Sarah Palin (CelebDirtyLaundry)
Paz’d out (CelebritySmack)
Canadian-dater is impure! (AllieIsWired)
Charlie Sheen, name-dropper! (Earsucker)
Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban sublet a womb (DailyStab)
Sandra Bullock knows bangs are cheaper than Botox (GirlsTalkinSmack)
For a sec I seriously thought that was Julian Assange with CZJ (HaveUHeard)
Montreal won the Golden Globes (INeedMyFix)
Kanye Kant Handle It (PoorBritney)
You don’t deserve Ricky Jervais! (PopBytes)
Hayden, that is not what they mean by “the layered look” (FitFabCeleb)
JLo bids high (GabbyBabble)
Celebrity philosophers in 140 characters (EvilBeet)
The TRUE winner of the Golden Globes (MovieLine)
Michael Lohan finally finds his perfect match (SeriouslyOMG)
Cheers!
I’m a big believer in setting appropriate priorities, so instead of spending a thousand hours coming up with original content, I’m sticking up a comic and some gossip links that are overdue from Friday. My priorities for today are Aspirin and fresh air.
On the decline of civility in intra-office memos in the United Kingdom(raincoaster)
Ten carats of PAIN! (Ayyyy)
Betty White Power! (Lolebrity)
Tales of the Cocktail (ManoloFood)
Pete Doherty clean and sober. In related news, temperatures in Hell reached record lows today (AgentBedhead)
Everybody’s pregnant except me (BusyBeeBlogger)
Viiiiiiiiggo! (CeleBitchy)
Say hello to the Butterscotch Colt (CelebDirtyLaundry)
We call that a No-Hawk where I come from (CelebritySmack)
Charo is ageless: it’s official (CityRag)
Usher usher’d offstage (DailyStab)
No, it’s not the PICTURES that got small (GirlsTalkinSmack)
Win Kiefer Sutherland? I’m in! (INeedMyFix)
Sandra Bullock is Quote of the Day (FitFabCeleb)
Yes, I’ve done it before and I may do it again. I just decided the time was ripe (overripe, in fact) to post a picture of my boobs to my blog. So here they are. Yes, they’re real, and they’re spectacular!
Or should that be “Loo Wars?” I dunno, “Loo Wars” kinda sounds like a 1920’s bisexual movie star, probably one that took the virginity of both Ginger Rogers and David Bowie later in life. In fact, “Loo Wars” sounds rather awesome, now that I think of it. I should pitch a biography of this fabulous, imaginary person. BRB, writing proposal…
Okay, back. Where was I? Oh yes, posting about toilets once again. I KNOW I’m supposed to call them “Washrooms” like the way the news refers to “Afghanistan” when what they mean is Tarok Kolache. But they’re toilets, specifically the things you sit on. And here are two memos from Ye Olde Englande where, it seems, standards (and colons) have relaxed considerably in recent times.
Why is it always the men’s room? Except at Metrotown (whereof we will not speak…)?
The first, from the Grauniad, venerated temple of lefty journalism:
Subject: Gentlemen of the Guardian and Observer, we must buck up!
A plea on behalf of the cleaners and your fellow staff…
In the event that you are, ahem, inconvenienced when visiting the toilets, please use the brush handily situated at the side of the toilet to clean the bowl after yourself, rather than leaving the bowl – and in one case on the second floor toilets – the seat covered with evidence of your visit for the next occupant of the stall to behold.
Surely no one would leave a toilet in that state at home, would they?
And a happy new year to all.
And the second, from Endemol, whose website is a masterwork of corporate gobbledygook (building franchises and extending them into new consumer experiences etc) but whose memo is admirably direct, vivid, amusing, and (doubtless) effective:
A toilet memo for the ages: "You fucking animals" is the new "You dirty rats"
via Popbitch, the rest of whose stories today involve absolutely nobody of whom I have ever heard except Adam Ant. If you want to feel like you’re far away from anywhere a language you speak is spoken, read British sports, celebrity, and music journalism. Impenetrable, I’m telling you; some day I’ll do a rant just on British sports writing, but that rant is not today. My doctor says only one rant per day until the 28th, then it’s back to free-flowing bile 24/7 as usual.
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